A Day with William Shakespeare

SHAKESPEARE DAYS WITH POETS
Some ardent love-scene in the rich dim gardens of Verona.
Juliet. This bud of love, by summer's ripening heat, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. (Romeo and Juliet) .
ROMEO AND JULIET. Painting by W. Hatherill, R.I.
HODDER & STOUGHTON
In the same Series. Tennyson. Browning. E. B. Browning. Burns. Byron. Longfellow. Whittier. Rossetti. Shelley. Scott. Coleridge. Morris. Wordsworth. Keats. Milton.
IT was early on a bright June morning of the year 1599. The household of Christopher Mountjoy, the wig-maker, at the corner of Silver Street in Cripplegate, was already up and astir. Mountjoy, his wife and daughter, and his apprentice, Stephen Bellott, were each refreshing themselves with a hasty mouthful—one could not term it breakfast—before beginning their day's work. For town wig-makers were busy folk, then as now. Every fashionable dame wore transformations, and some noble ladies, like the late Queen of Scots and—breathe it low—the great Elizabeth herself, changed the colour of their tresses every day.
Breakfast, in 1599, was a rite more honoured in the breach than in the observance. Most people, having supped with exceeding heartiness the previous night, ignored breakfast altogether: especially as dinner would occur some time between 10 and 12 a.m. Those who could not go long without food had no idea of a regular sit-down meal during that precious morning hour which has a piece of gold in its mouth. They contented themselves with beaten-up eggs in muscadel wine, as now the Mountjoy family; who, being of French origin, boggled somewhat at the only alternative—a very English one—small ale and bread-and-butter.
To these good folk, standing up and swallowing their morning draught, entered their well-to-do lodger, Mr. William Shakespeare, up betimes like them—for he was a very busy person,—and shared their jug of eggs and muscadel. Mr. Shakespeare was thirty-five years of age, a handsome, well-shap't man, in the words of his friend Aubrey,—his eyes light hazel, his hair and beard auburn. He still retained, in some degree, the complexion which accompanies auburn hair, and this imparted a tinge of delicacy to his sensitive and mobile face. He was already slightly inclined to embonpoint : for in the seventeenth century people aged soon, and thirty-five was much more like forty-five nowadays.